"Good to know," Harper muttered, as she shook his hands from hers and finished what she'd started, drawing the zipper down.
Drina caught her fingers in the waist of pants and boxers, and pulled them down, smiling as he sprang free. Reaching out, she closed her fingers around him, her eyes closing at the shaft of excitement it sent shooting through her own body.
Shared pleasure. Another symptom of life mates.
This was really her first chance to experience it. Prior to this, Harper had insisted on doing all the-Drina's thoughts died as she realized there was no way he couldn't have known they were life mates earlier in the night. He would have experienced this both at the bar and afterward. What did that mean? He hadn't run at the first touch. Was there more hope for them than she'd been led to believe?
Her ponderings scattered as he spoke.
"Maybe we should move to the-" Harper's words choked off as she leaned forward and ran her tongue lightly along the side of his growing erection, sending little licks of excitement through them both.
Bracing his hands on both walls of the hall, he muttered, "Next time," and then groaned with her as she took him into her mouth.
The ringing of a phone drew Drina from sleep and had her shifting grumpily.
"Yes?"
Blinking her eyes open at the sound of Harper's voice, she peered at his chest, which she presently nestled on, then raised her eyes to his face. They were in his large king-sized bed. He'd obviously woken first, as usual, and carried her there again because they'd been in the kitchen when unconsciousness overtook her. Drina had gone there in search of food, but of course Harper hadn't even lived here for a year, and while he had told her he had a cleaning service come in weekly anyway, he hadn't eaten in centuries before the trip to Port Henry, so hadn't had food in even then.
There hadn't been a crumb in the kitchen. No blood either. Fortunately, Harper had woken and come to find her as she'd realized that and managed to distract her from both hungers with a different one. Really, kitchen counters were the perfect height for such a distraction.
"I'll call you back," Harper said, glancing to her when she began to draw invisible circles on his chest. He reached out to set the phone in its cradle, then turned, rolling Drina onto her back and coming down on top of her with his face at chest level.
"Who was that?" she murmured, stretching beneath him and smiling as she felt something hard press against her leg.
"The pilot," he mumbled, catching her hands and pressing them down on either side of her head as he nibbled his way along her collarbone. "The storm's over. We can fly now."
"Oh." Drina sighed with keen disappointment that this idyllic period was over. "We should go."
"We will," he assured her, his mouth moving lower now, making a beeline for one breast. "After."
Drina hesitated, but her sense of duty made her shake her head. "I should-"
Harper released one hand to cover her mouth, then lifted his head and peered at her solemnly. "It's midafternoon. We can't land in the schoolyard until evening. It's a school day."
"Oh," she said, and then smiled slowly. "Well, in that case . . ."
Turning abruptly, she caught him by surprise and managed to roll him onto his back again, and immediately rose to straddle him. Smiling down at his surprise, she said, "You should feed me."
Harper peered at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing in calculation, and then he heaved a reluctant sigh. "Yes, I suppose. I am hungry."
Drina blinked and managed to hide her disappointment. She'd rather hoped for some protest, maybe a little wrestling session, and then round six of mad passionate sex . . . or maybe it would have been round seven. She'd lost count. It didn't matter anyway, it seemed Harper was more hungry for food than her.
Forcing a smile, she started to slip off of him, to stand beside the bed, and then cried out with surprise when she was caught around the waist and tugged back onto the bed.
Drina landed on her back on the mattress, and he was immediately coming down on top of her again. Harper did seem to like to be the one in control in the bedroom, she'd noticed. Oddly enough, Drina found she didn't mind, which was kind of unexpected when she considered that she had spent most of her life struggling for independence and control in the rest of her life. But then, perhaps that was why. It was nice to lay down the burden and let him steer the boat, especially when it was such a pleasant journey.
"I thought you were hungry?" She laughed, as he set about pinning her legs with his own and pinning her hands down by her head again to be sure she couldn't roll on top again, or even move really.
"I am," Harper assured her, and then bent his head to flick the tip of his tongue repeatedly over one hardening nipple, before adding, "And we will eat. After."
"After," Drina agreed on a moan as he stopped teasing and finally closed his mouth over her nipple.
Chapter Nine
Drina glanced over the dark schoolyard they were hovering above and then to Casey Cottage on the corner across the street. She stared at the lit windows of the house, wishing with all her heart that the storm had continued, and they hadn't had to return. It wasn't because she didn't want to see Stephanie, Mirabeau, and Tiny, or even Anders, but the closer they'd gotten to Port Henry, the more grim Harper had become. She very much feared the passion and laughter of the last twenty-four hours would soon be nothing more than a memory as Harper sank back into his guilt.
"Idiot man," she muttered under her breath as the helicopter touched down, and then she sighed and moved along the seat toward the door when Harper shifted to open it. He got out first, and turned, raising his hands to help her out.